Drop and Give Me 50

Chapter 5: I Could Get into This

“OK. On to treatment #2. Kegel exercises. They are really simple. You just flex your muscles exactly like you would if you were peeing and you wanted to stop the flow. Have you ever made your dick bounce when you were hard?” I answered by giving my dick a few bounces that made it appear as if it were waving to Dr. Grant. He laughed and said, “Guess so. That’s the muscle, and that movement is a Kegel exercise. To make it therapeutic, you just need to hold the flex. Try that.” I clenched, but it only lasted a couple of seconds. “Good. Now, what I want you to do is practice this at home until you can do ten seconds contracted and ten seconds of rest and do that fifty times. This is not going to happen overnight. You are going to have to work at it. It’s just like reps at the gym. Any questions?” I shook my head. “Well, when I say drop and give me fifty, you’ll know I don’t mean pushups.” He smiled and my dick instinctively bounced again.

“OK. On to treatment #3. You are going to need to lay back again, just not all the way. He adjusted the back and got steel stirrups out and attached them to the end of the exam table. He instructed me to put my legs in them, and they were cold. “OK. So, I am going to massage your prostate. This will help with flow, but it will also help with the intensity of your ejaculation. We will see if the dilation has had any effect on the exit pattern. OK?” I nodded.

He put lube on his index finger and began pressing up against my asshole. He rubbed it in a small circular pattern. Eventually, I opened up and he managed to get it in and slowly moved beyond my tightly clenched sphincter. Then he turned his hand up and curved his finger back. I thought I was going to fly off the table. I had never felt anything like that in my life. I think I even let out a small scream. He backed off and slowly did it again. Knowing what to expect this time, I didn’t scream, but I let out a long moan. He said, “See, I told you this one was pleasurable.” He did it again, but this time he pressed harder and held his finger up against the gland. I could feel my dick leaking precum. With his other hand, he smeared the fluid right under the head of my dick, and that was almost enough to make me cum right then and there. He pulled out slowly and lubed up his middle finger as well and began inserting both of them. His fingers were long and thick, and they were really filling my hole. He turned his hand over and rubbed my prostate again. This time alternately wiggling the two fingers. The sensation was beyond anything I had ever experienced.

He said, “I hate to cut this short, but I get the feeling you aren’t going to hold out much longer. Am I right?” I nodded. “OK. Well, we need to get a baseline for your ejaculation.” He pulled out, removed the glove from his right hand, picked the lube up and poured it on his left finger and all over my dick. He inserted his two left-hand fingers in my ass and began jacking me off with his right hand. The skin-on-skin was too much, and I busted a nut less than ten strokes in.

I could feel a force that was more than normal, but my cum didn’t even make it past my belly button. I knew this was going to be a long process, but a miracle would have been nice. This was the first time anyone had watched me come, and for some reason, I wanted to give Dr. Grant a good performance. I felt like I disappointed him.

He turned to make a notation in my chart. When he turned around, it was obvious he was hard as a rock and the tale-tell spot on his kakis made it apparent this was not just benefiting me. The distance of the spot from the middle was pretty big and made me conclude he must have been hung like a horse. I couldn’t help but stare. He saw the silent conclusions going off in my head, and said, “Good doctors are empathetic to their patients.” I smiled and said, “What about my physical?” He asked me to come back on Thursday and he would complete the physical before our second therapy session. He suggested I rinse off again before getting dressed and told me to meet him at the lobby to set up the appointment.

I got to the shower and still had a raging hardon. I wanted to do something about it, but I knew Dr. Grant was waiting on me. I quickly rinsed off the cum and lube and put on my clothes. When I got to the lobby, Dr. Grant was behind the appointment desk looking at the computer screen. He was in a tank top, and I could see how muscular his arms were. They were huge and had that big vein that ran down the center even when he wasn’t flexing. His chest was covered in thick blond hair, and it was everything I could do to not stare. He looked up and said, “Does 5:30 work for you on Thursday?” My last patient should be done by then, and we will have the place to ourselves like today.” I told him practice didn’t start for a while so my afternoons were mostly free. He shut down the computer, got up, and came around to the lobby. He was carrying a big gym bag and what I couldn’t see with him behind the desk was that he was wearing shorts. His legs were like tree trunks, and the difference between his tan body and his blond hair accentuated how hairy they were. He said he ran most days at lunch and then went to the gym most days after work. He said he missed playing baseball, but with the medical practice, he really didn’t have time for team sports. As we walked out, he set the alarm and locked the door. I thanked him in the parking lot, and he seemed genuinely happy to have helped. As I turned the key, I watched him drive away in his silver Lexus. I had to get home. I needed to jack off again, and my dick wasn’t going to wait much longer.